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| Name: |
Dusty
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Age: |
Four and a half years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Cat
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| Home: |
Seattle, Washington, USA
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Dusty
is special in so many ways. To say that he is spoiled
would be like comparing the Taj Mahal to the local garbage dump.
Even though the staff bought him his very own drinking fountain
complete with water falls, he still only wants the water that
comes out of any faucet. This means the staff never gets to use
the bathroom sink without help, and he always has to be first.
This little guy will never have bladder problems, something cats
are prone to, he drinks more water than the staff does.
Dusty is on a first name basis with the UPS man because Dusty
thinks he's a pretty neat guy. After all, it's the UPS man that
delivers his food right to his front door every couple of months.
Dusty will tolerate nothing but the best, it has to be fresh
because he only gets dry food. Well, he does get one tiny can of
wet food once a month with his flea program mixed into it. His
treats are even healthy, just a couple three times a week so he
doesn't toss up hairballs on the carpet.
Dusty likes to talk to the staff, we have endless conversations
where the staff just can't get a word in, no matter how hard they
try. He talks and they listen, and listen, and listen. Recently
Dusty got the sniffles and started to sneeze. The staff rushed
him to the family vet, very worried about what could be wrong
with their baby. It turns out that he has a mild virus, which
the vet thinks he caught from another cat in the neighborhood.
Dusty is now a permanently indoor cat, how he hates it. The
staff is scolded from morning till night by this furry little
creature who demands to have his adventures back. The
staff tells him it's his own fault for getting too close to his
sick friends, now he has to pay the piper. At this very moment
Dusty is standing in front of the monitor to make absolutely
sure the staff tells the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but
the truth. Chasing the cursor and mashing his little wet nose
all over the monitor is one of his favorite games, even though he
would never admit to so kittenish a game. Oh no, not this regal
young feline man about the house.
Please note his favorite position to sleep in, naturally with his
staff in attendance, in the picture above. From the time he was
just a tiny ball of gray fluff, for some reason his staff has
never been able to figure out, he taught himself to sleep on his
back. Now he hardly ever sleeps any other way, and absolutely
demands that it be 'en lape'. If the staff wants to read, sleep
or otherwise occupy themselves, they have to find a locked room.
Dusty's favorite toys are the little mice with the computer chip
that makes them squeak when you touch them. He loves to throw
them around the room and make the poor little buggers cry and
cry. He also loves the little balls of fur and sparkle balls
too. He has his own private stock of catnip which he gets into
about once a week. He rolls in it, eats it, and generally makes
the biggest mess he can before he goes to sleep it off. He knows
the staff will happily clean up the mess while he is conked out
for a few hours.
Dusty's greatest expertise is his sleeping, and the staff loves
it when he curls up in one of his many beds, upstairs or down.
Dusty also has a string fetish, he will chase any string (it
doesn't have to have any kind of toy attached) until either he or
the staff fall over from exhaustion. It's usually the staff that
falls over first. All in all, Dusty has the staff around here
very well trained, he runs a tight ship and we just have to
do things according to his specifications. Dusty is very well
loved because he gives so much love in return. His head butts
are the best, he licks all of us to let us know he cares and will
purr for you like a little freight train for hours...or until he
gets real comfy and warm on his back.
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